The first that I read was Hold Me Closer, Necromancer by Lish McBride.
Sam leads a pretty normal life. He may not have the most exciting job in the world, but he’s doing all right—until a fast food prank brings him to the attention of Douglas, a creepy guy with an intense violent streak.
Turns out Douglas is a necromancer who raises the dead for cash and sees potential in Sam. Then Sam discovers he’s a necromancer too, but with strangely latent powers. And his worst nightmare wants to join forces . . . or else.
With only a week to figure things out, Sam needs all the help he can get. Luckily he lives in Seattle, which has nearly as many paranormal types as it does coffee places. But even with newfound friends, will Sam be able to save his skin?
This was honestly the coolest book I've read in a long time, it had moments where I was laughing out loud alone in my room, but also had its fair share of tragic occurrences. As far as my YA reading goes, I've never come across anything that I wound compare it to, aside from just an in general comparison to anything on the creepier side of the paranormal genre.
The second book is The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
It is 1939. Nazi Germany. The country is holding its breath. Death has never been busier, and will become busier still.
Liesel Meminger is a foster girl living outside of Munich, who scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can’t resist–books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in her basement.
I'm afraid I'm a bit late to the party with this one, as it came out in 2006, I believe, and has a few lovely accomplishments under it's belt. I found this copy at a library sale that Ashlee and I went to in april, and so far this is the only book from that that I've actually read. Anyway, this was absolutely brilliant, I'm not usually big on war-timey stories, as a few rather boring novels that were required reading in highschool have somewhat spoilt the genre for me. It was the comparison to Slaughterhouse-Five that sparked my intrest to read this, as a good friend of mine has recently been a Kurt Vonnegut lover, and I trust her judgement of things, so I gave this a go. Told from Death's perspective, this is an original take on the Nazi Germany story, also featuring a girl that loves books so much I could cry, this book is absolutely fantastic and probably one of the best things I've ever read.